She hums into the kiss, then gives him a grin and a tilt of the head.
"I can't say the mustache is not doing it for me," she says playfully.
Joan looks over at the wheelchair. She knows she won't be able to make it to the dining room under her own power, but she's not crazy about just being wheeled around everywhere in front of people other than Sherlock and Ted.
"Maybe I could sit at the table before they get here?"
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Date: 2021-09-10 04:49 pm (UTC)"I can't say the mustache is not doing it for me," she says playfully.
Joan looks over at the wheelchair. She knows she won't be able to make it to the dining room under her own power, but she's not crazy about just being wheeled around everywhere in front of people other than Sherlock and Ted.
"Maybe I could sit at the table before they get here?"